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Nov 2011
I wanna walk through the doors of the rest of my life.

I wanna see through the glass on the other side.

I wanna bring home the magic, if I have to, I'll fight.

They told me; you need to step through the door, no matter how hard at first.

You need to break through the wall, and walk to the sky to reach the star in your eye.

No matter how hard the fight, no matter how hard the dream.

You'll take you there if you just believe.
Krys Pressey
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Krys Pressey  Ca,On
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